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Chapter 118: MOMMY, WATCH ME
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2026-10-29 22:54:01
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The Wife He Loves to Hate Chapter 122: The Things a Father Remembers
Later that morning, I found Liam in the living room with Charlotte. She was sitting beside him on the sofa, her legs tucked beneath her, while he helped her assemble a puzzle. The pieces were spread across the coffee table, and a picture of a colorful underwater world was slowly taking shape. Charlotte looked more relaxed than she had at breakfast. Every now and then, she would show Liam a piece she had found, and he would praise her for noticing where it belonged. I stood near the doorway, watching them. “Daddy, this one goes here.” “Are you sure?” Charlotte nodded confidently. Liam placed the piece where she had indicated. It fit perfectly. “Excellent work.” She beamed. I smiled despite myself. There was something beautiful about the way Liam interacted with our daughter. He never seemed to run out of patience when she asked questions. He remembered the little details that made her feel safe, and he knew how to encourage her without making her feel as though she were b
The Wife He Loves to Hate Chapter 121: Daddy’s Little Girl
By Sunday morning, Liam had already made a decision about Charlotte’s upcoming school activities. He hadn’t announced it formally, of course. Liam Montgomery rarely needed to announce anything to make it clear that he had reached a conclusion. He simply moved through the morning with the quiet efficiency of a man who believed he had found the most practical solution to a problem. Unfortunately, his solution involved removing the problem altogether. “Charlotte won’t be joining the art group next month,” he said, spreading butter over a piece of toast. I looked up from my coffee. “Excuse me?” He glanced at me. “The group project. Mrs. Anderson said participation was optional. After what happened at the presentation, I think it’s better if Charlotte takes a break.” Across the table, Charlotte stopped eating. I noticed immediately. She lowered her eyes to her plate and began cutting her scrambled eggs into smaller pieces. “Daddy,” she murmured, “I didn’t say I didn’t want to d
The Wife He Loves to Hate Chapter 120: The Walk Home
By the time we left the school, Charlotte had stopped crying. She carried the bouquet I’d brought her, holding it carefully against her chest. Liam walked on one side of her while I walked on the other. For a while, we talked about ordinary things. Charlotte told us that another group had performed a funny song. Liam complained that the chairs in the auditorium were uncomfortable. I teased him for sitting in the back when there had been plenty of empty seats closer to the stage. “I wanted to give her room,” he explained. “Of course you did.” “Don’t start, Abby.” I smiled. Charlotte laughed softly between us. The sound relieved something in my chest. When we reached the car, Liam opened the back door for her. She climbed in, buckled her seat belt, and placed the flowers beside her. I got into the passenger seat. For the first few minutes, Charlotte watched the scenery pass outside her window. Then she spoke. “Mommy?” I turned around. “Yes, sweetheart?” “Did you ever m
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 119: The Instinct to Rescue Her
I found Charlotte backstage a few minutes later. She was sitting on a small chair beside the wall, her head bowed. Her teacher was speaking quietly to another student nearby, giving us a moment alone. I approached slowly. “Hi, sweetheart.” Charlotte looked up. The moment she saw me, her face crumpled. “Mommy.” I knelt in front of her. “Oh, darling.” She threw her arms around my neck, and I held her tightly. For a moment, she didn’t say anything. She simply clung to me, her small shoulders shaking as she tried to stop crying. I stroked her back. “You did it, sweetheart. You finished your presentation.” “But I dropped everything.” “You dropped your notes and a paper flower.” “Everybody laughed.” I closed my eyes briefly. “I know.” “I wanted to run away.” I pulled back enough to look at her. “But you didn’t.” Her eyes filled again. “I almost did.” “Almost isn’t the same as giving up.” She looked at me uncertainly. I brushed a tear from her cheek. “I’m proud of
The Wife He Loves to Hate Chapter 118: MOMMY, WATCH ME
I arrived at Charlotte’s school twenty minutes before the presentation was scheduled to begin.It was ridiculous, really. I had checked the time at least six times on the drive over, and I had left the house early enough to account for traffic, a wrong turn, and possibly the end of the world. Yet the moment I stepped into the school auditorium, I found myself wondering whether I had come too late.Parents were already filling the rows of chairs. Some were chatting with one another while their children hurried between the seats, carrying colorful props and sheets of paper. A few teachers stood near the stage, making last-minute adjustments to the decorations.I clutched the small bouquet of flowers I’d bought for Charlotte and scanned the room.There were so many children.And somewhere among them was my daughter, preparing to stand in front of an audience and present something she had worked on for weeks.I had promised her I would come.I intended to keep that promise.“Mommy!”I tur
The Wife He Loves to Hate Chapter 117: The Question I Didn’t Expect
By late afternoon, we were sitting on the living room rug with a board game spread between us. Charlotte had won three times. I suspected she was cheating. She insisted she was simply better at the game. “You can’t move that piece there,” I protested. “Yes, I can.” “No, you can’t.” Charlotte pointed to the instructions. “It says I can.” I leaned closer. She was right. Again. I fell backward onto the rug. “I’ve been defeated by a seven-year-old.” Charlotte climbed onto my stomach, laughing. “I’m very smart, Mommy.” “Yes, you are.” I brushed her hair away from her face. “And I’m very proud of you.” She grew quiet. For a moment, she studied me with the serious expression she sometimes wore when she was thinking about something important. “Mommy?” “Yes?” “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.” She moved off my stomach and sat beside me. “Do you like spending time with me?” The question made my heart ache. I pushed myself upright. “Charlotte, I love spending ti
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